dying hands reaching beyond the destiny they seek never letting go of what they so desire and the problems everyone finds gracefully kills the pain of not knowing what the dying hands have held what their intentions were are nevermore forsaked as they slip into another world and what's past and what's future is forever but a memory
Reason for writing:
Never giving up.
Birth sign: Not entered
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by BBTTO~Sag~.